"This album taught us about Prog Rock." - Emersson, Blake & Pallmer
"Lethargy was my wedding song." - Abraham Gandi
"Weed King is national anthem material." - Founding Fatherz
"The chance of a lifetime to get your hands on one of the coolest Propeller ever made." - your parents
This hand numbered copy of "Propeller" remained in shrinkwrapped (a word that has its own Wikipedia page just like this fabulous record) and is in very good condition. It's number 244, which is, not kidding, considered a lucky number in several areas of the United Arab Emirates (especially Dubai) but also the dialing code for Angola. It's also one of the "F" series, hence the sexy yellow fat F on the wrestlers side.
Vinyl looks pristine. I don't think it has even been played, but I surely didn't put it on my own turntable over the last 11 years, and only let like 2 people (including me) having a look at it.
Comes with a couple of Euroheedfest GBV patches and other extras*.
Anyway, it's time for you to get your hands on the Holy Grail's Holy Grail of indie music and complete your GBV collection with a piece of bad*ss ROCK history.
IN BOB WE TRUST.
Track Listing (that you already know)
1. Over The Neptune / Mesh Gear Fox
2. Weed King
3. Particular Damaged
4. Quality of Armor
5. Metal Mothers
6. Lethargy
7. Unleashed! The Large-Hearted Boy
8. Red Gas Circle
9. Exit Flagger
10. 14 Cheerleader Coldfront
11. Back to Saturn X Radio Report
12. Ergo Space Pig
13. Circus World
14. Some Drilling Implied
15. On the Tundra
Album Notes (that you also already know)
Guided By Voices: Robert Pollard (Bob), Jim Pollard (Jim), Tobin Sprout (THE TOB), Greg Demos and his funky pants, Don Trasher. Additional personnel: Mitch Mitchell (not the Hendrix one, the other. The cool one), Dan Toohey. Without a doubt, Guided By Voices are the best low-fi absurdist hard-rock experimental collage band ever to emerge from Dayton, Ohio. Even Jay Carney said so. While singer/guitarist/songwriter Rob Pollard's (who the f*ck wrote that?!) fragmentary structures and religious observance of the low-fi aesthetic may frustrate some, it is difficult to resist his infallible instinct for melodic hooks and his tongue-in-cheek appropriation of anthemic '70s hard rock. PROPELLER (love when it's written in caps) dates from GBV's mid-period, located between their often incoherent early efforts (incoherent for who??) and somewhat more streamlined albums such as ALIEN LANES (that mainstream album). Along with BEE THOUSAND, PROPELLER is a perfect example of what this idiosyncratic (wtf?!) outfit is all about. Mixing an art-project cut-and-paste sensibility with a clear love of classic rock, GBV wire together scraps of punk ("Unleashed! The Large-Hearted Boy"), naive '60s pop ("On The Tundra"), acoustic folk ("14 Cheerleader Coldfront"), stadium anthem ("Lethargy"), and shamelessly hooky songs ("Quality of Armor") complete with infectious choruses and Beatles-esque harmonies. Pollard's surreal, often nonsensical lyrics serve as gentle reminder not to take this band's wonderfully creative rock amalgam too seriously.